THE NEW YORKER use getting people up out of their beds," Miss Priestley explained. "Our girls are quick-witted. Once, one of them had a birthday greeting for a Pekinese. Didn't know what to do when she found she was supposed to sing to a dog. Fi- nally she went 'Bow-wow-wow-wow- wow' while the owner, a lady, held the receiver to the dog's ear. The lady was debgh ted. Told al1 her friends. I guess the Peke was delighted, too." "Prob- ably gave him a lift," said Mr. Oslin. Intricate W E'RE told of a local man who beats the parking problem in the following involved wise: Parking in front of his house is prohibited on week- days between 8 A.M. and 6 P.M. His of- fice, a ten-minute ride away, is on an avenue where he can park if he arrives early. He gets up at seven-thirty, dresses wIth the speed of a fireman, drives his car to the office, takes a bus back home, breakfasts, reads his paper, looks out of the window at the cop tying tickets on the cars on the block, congratulates him- self upon his resourcefulness, and, about nIne, takes another bus to the office. HIs colleagues leave at five, but he hangs around fifty minutes longer, finishing things up, and then drives home. Occa- sionally, he and his wife use the car to call on friends or go to the movies in the evening, and it's always rIght there on weekends. Family Affair T EX and Jinx, whose celebrity as a husband-and-wife radio team is beyond our descriptive powers, made a personal appearance at Stern's, which is only a step from our office, one day last week, to demonstrate a new line of Arrow colored shirts. For the occa- sion, the store had erected a platform on its main floor, between Men's Ties and Men's Socks. On this were a mIcro- phone, a cash regIster, and a display board with ten shirt-and-necktie combinations attached to it-five white shirts and five In assorted colors. By the time Tex and Jinx arrived, a couple of hundred peo- ple were clustered around the dais. Jinx, wearing a print dress and a white orchid; was the first of the dashing couple to mount it. Tex, wearing a brown suit and a ligh t- brown shirt, was right behind her. His shirt looked brand-new; its cuffs were still sharply creased. "Where's Paddy?" a lady in the audience called to them. "He's coming," said Jinx. This exchange, un- fathomable to us at that moment, turned out to be a reference to the couple's three-and-a-half-year-old son, who did indeed come. Jinx announced that she was going to ask a Stern's salesman how to sell shirts and then try to sell some A salesman climbed smartly up to her perch and she began to question him, but her lesson was broken up by the arrival of Paddy. "What kind of shirt do you have on, Paddy?" asked hi mother, b . h .. k " A " h un uttonlng IS Jac et. rrow, e answered mechanically. Jinx invited a husband and wife to come up from the crowd, so that she could test her salesmanship on them. As if expecting a rash of customers, four Stern's salesgirls climbed onto the plat- form; three held order books at the ready and the fourth was poised at the cash register. Nobody came up Jinx smiled gamely and asked for anybody to step forward. She finally bagged a h us- band without wife, who bought one white shirt. He was followed by a man whom Jinx introduced as a wartime comrade of Tex's, a former sergeant in the Eighth Air Force. "You really want to buy a shirt or just say hello?" Jinx asked him. The sergeant gallantly said he wanted a shirt, and bought a white " T 0 0 A 0 " one. ex IS wearIng an rrow tIe, observed Jinx. "He's been wearing it all week." A salesman at the tie counter gasped audibly . "We might as well get in some commercials," went on Jinx. "Now, Paddy, what kind of butter do we use at home?" Paddy mumbled a name that we didn't catch, and added, under his parents' vigilant gaze, "The best butter in town." They dIdn't throw him a fish. At that point, the proceedings were enlivened by the arrival of Paul Win- chell and Jerry Mahoney, a ventrilo- quist and a dummy, respectively. Win- chell gave a diverting exhibition of his skill, with annotations (e.g., "The art of ventriloquism has a definite educational value, like trigonometry or geometry. 25 It's a mental calisthenic"). This seemed to be by way of aïousing interest in a doll Winchell had brought along, cast in the image, coincidentally, of Jerry Mahoney. Then Tex tried his hand at selling. He got off some prefatory remarks on the desirability of wearing colored shirts in spring, and invited a husband-and-wife team to sample his chromatic wares. He netted only a wife without husband, who agreed to take two shirts. "What spring colors would your husband like?" he asked, beam- ing "White," she said. "Only white?" he asked, and continued persuasively, "Let's split the difference-one white, 1 d "" 0 1 h . " h one co ore . n y w Ite, t e woman said firmly. "M} husband's a salesman." "Isn't there any woman here with the courage to buy a beautiful colored Easter shirt for her husband?" crIed Tex. One courageous woman volunteered. She bought a pale-pink one. "Any husbands and wives?" pleaded Jinx. No response. " w 11 " O d T o dl " e , sal ex reslgne y, we never did get a husband and wife. I'm afraid we haven't been as good salesmen as we'd like to be. But thanks, and re- member, they don't climb up in back." The crowd began to melt away, a few people lagging behind to watch Paddy filially permitting his picture to be tak- en with a 15 -collar, 33-inch-sleeve, light-blue shirt draped outlandishly over his small, brave frame. Cured I:;DY who is undergoing psychiatric treatment and pays her analyst in cash after each session was told by him, at the end of one such, that she had given him five dollars too little. This, he saId, was extremely significant, money being a basic symbol of some- thing or other. The omission not only might indicate her unconscious feelings toward him but might damn well shed some light on those toward her hus- band, children, parents, in-laws, friends, and countrymen, and the Marshal] Plan. A considerable discussion followed, in which the lady's un- certainty about currency was de- viously tracked clear back to early childhood. At its conclusion, she handed over five dollars and, feeling more self-assured and onto herself than she had in a long time, took the elevator downstairs. As she was about to leave the building, the doorman stopped her, with a message he'd just received on the house telephone: The doctor had found the missing fi ve dollars under his desk.